West City, downtown.
The moment the hatch opened, Bulma couldn't wait—she jumped down first.
"Dad! Come out and help already!"
Dr. Brief stepped out slowly with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Oh? Bulma. Why do you look so wrecked?"
His eyes landed on Goku on the stretcher, then on the blond man standing nearby.
"And who are these? New friends? You went out once and came back knowing this many people."
"Stop talking so much. We need the best medical pod—and we need that ship fixed."
Bulma pointed at the battered spherical spaceship beside them.
"That's… kind of hard on your dad, you know. Fixing it won't be easy. It's the little ship Goku used when he first came to Earth—been a long time."
The doctor scratched his head, clearly troubled.
"And to make it worse, the core engine is broken. Earth materials are hard to use for repairs unless we have cosmic-grade materials."
"Even if we do get the materials, I can't guarantee it'll work."
Right then, Shinju spoke.
"Don't worry. As long as the core is still there, I can fix it."
Bulma and Dr. Brief both turned to him, stunned.
"You're joking, right? That's alien tech! Don't tell me you're an alien too?"
Bulma didn't believe a word of it.
"Me… to a certain extent, I might be an Earthling."
"But not from your world."
That last line was something Shinju muttered quietly to himself.
Chakra gathered in his hand, and then—shaa…
It became a tangible, blue glow.
That energy shape transformed into extremely delicate operating "tendrils," like fine mechanical hands.
"This is…"
The cigarette dropped right out of Dr. Brief's mouth.
Anti-gravity? Telekinesis?
No—those readings weren't even close.
Shinju's fingers moved slightly.
This was an idea he'd developed while researching puppet techniques back in the shinobi world—using chakra to control material form with absurd precision.
He couldn't create matter from nothing, but repairing physical-level damage only required enough energy and accurate control.
In less than three minutes, the spherical ship's outer shell was restored to perfect condition.
"I reconnected the internal wiring too."
Shinju withdrew his hand.
"But this ship's too small. It's not suitable for long-distance travel."
Krillin's mouth fell open so wide his eyes nearly popped out.
Bulma rushed over and scanned the ship like a madwoman with her instruments.
"Structural integrity: 100%… How is that possible?!"
She whipped her head around and stared Shinju down.
"How did you do it? What's the principle—molecular reconstruction?!"
Curiosity overwhelmed fear. That was a scientist's instinct.
"It's a way of using energy."
Shinju didn't want to explain chakra. To people in this world, it would sound like pure mysticism.
"More importantly, I've got something more convenient."
A scroll appeared in his hand.
"What's that, an antique?"
Bulma leaned in.
Shinju spread the scroll on the ground.
"Seal."
He formed a one-handed sign.
Right in front of everyone, the repaired spherical ship turned into a puff of white smoke and vanished.
On the previously blank center of the scroll, a single character appeared: "Ship."
Dr. Brief nearly couldn't even stand anymore.
"Is this the same principle as capsule tech?!"
He picked up the scroll and examined it from every angle.
"This is sealing technique," Shinju explained.
"You store an object in a different space, then take it out when you need it."
"Different space?!"
Bulma practically shrieked.
"Capsules just change the spacing between molecules—what you're doing involves spatial dimensions directly!"
In this world, capsule technology was already black tech.
But what Shinju showed them shattered their entire idea of science.
"Can you teach me?!"
Bulma grabbed Shinju's sleeve.
"If you tell me the principle, I can build a spatial device that doesn't need a physical capsule at all!"
Shinju looked at the overly passionate woman.
Ninjutsu was convenient, but it wasn't universal the way technology was.
If the principle behind fuinjutsu could be realized through engineering—mass-producing spatial equipment…
"Fine."
Shinju nodded.
"But I have conditions."
"Anything! As long as I have it!"
Bulma was completely in researcher mode now.
"I want a ship that can fly to Namek, and it needs a gravity training room inside."
"And I want full core data access permissions for this company."
The request was excessive—but necessary.
Shinju didn't bother hiding it.
"Young man, if you can just make this girl shut up, I'll give you the company," Dr. Brief said lazily.
For the next two days, West City turned into a whirlwind.
Goku soaked in the highest-grade healing tank while Krillin and Gohan waited outside in anxious silence.
Down in the underground lab, Shinju provided samples of chakra-conducting metal, along with the spatial coordinate algorithm from fuinjutsu formulas.
Bulma and Dr. Brief translated it into mechanical language.
"This is unbelievable…"
Bulma stared at the data on the screen.
"This energy itself carries intent? It can automatically correct circuit errors?"
"Chakra is the fusion of spiritual energy and physical energy."
Shinju sat to the side, idly playing with a capsule.
"In your world, you call it ki—but you only use it to destroy."
"What a waste."
Using ki for destruction was the most primitive use of it.
Using it for construction, for research—that was real dimensional suppression.
"Engine modification complete."
Dr. Brief pressed a button. A ship model appeared on the screen, shaped oddly.
It was a modified version of the Namek spaceship Kami had left behind.
"Originally, reaching Namek takes a month."
Bulma looked excited enough to explode.
"But with this conducting metal as an amplifier, plus the space-jump algorithm you provided…"
"We can get there in six days!"
That was several times faster than the original story.
Shinju was satisfied.
Time was everything.
Frieza was already on the move—or rather, already there.
Arriving even a day earlier meant one more Dragon Ball secured.
"And the gravity room," Shinju stood up.
"I'm going to test it."
The gravity room was Dr. Brief's pride and joy.
Now, it had been installed in the ship's main cabin.
Shinju walked inside.
Bulma's voice came from the control console.
"The current upper limit is 100x gravity. Where do you want to start—10x?"
For ordinary people, 10x gravity would crush bones.
Even Saiyans needed time to adapt.
"Max it."
Shinju's voice was steady.
"What? Are you insane?!"
Bulma yelped.
"You'll turn into meat paste!"
"Max it."
Bulma gritted her teeth. Her trembling fingers pushed the lever up.
Red warning lights blared as the gravity field formed instantly.
100x Earth gravity.
Shinju stood in the center.
His body sank one centimeter.
That was all.
The pressure on his shoulders was heavy—like carrying a small mountain.
Chakra automatically circulated through his body, and Sage Mode activated.
Natural energy surged into him, adapting him to the crushing environment in an instant.
"Still not enough."
Shinju rolled his neck.
"This level is just warm-up."
Outside in the monitoring room, Bulma and Dr. Brief stared at each other.
100x gravity, and he was stretching?
Was he even human?
"Remove the gravity generator's power limiter."
Shinju's voice echoed through the speaker.
"I want 300x."
"That'll make the machine explode!" Dr. Brief shouted.
"Reinforce the core with chakra metal. If it breaks, I'll fix it. Don't worry."
Shinju answered calmly.
Two days later, the ship modifications were complete, and Goku stepped out of the healing tank.
Saiyan bodies really were absurd—near death, then a direct jump in power.
"Whoa! My body feels so light!"
Goku bounced around the yard like he was fully restored.
"Goku! Be careful!"
Chi-Chi complained, but her face was full of relief.
"Then… let's go."
Shinju stood at the ship's hatch.
"I'm going too!"
Gohan ran over with a small backpack.
"No! Gohan, you need to study!"
Chi-Chi instantly blocked him.
"Chi-Chi."
Goku's smile disappeared.
"This time is different."
"Piccolo is dead. Kami is dead. The Dragon Balls are gone."
"If we don't go to Namek… we'll never see everyone again."
Chi-Chi froze.
She looked at Gohan's determined eyes, then at Goku's serious expression.
In the end, the mother loosened her grip.
"You have to come back safe."
"And bring your homework—write it on the ship."
That was probably her last bit of stubbornness.
Krillin walked over too, rubbing his bald head.
"Count me in."
"I might not be much help, but at least I can help search for the Dragon Balls."
The trio assembled.
Shinju looked at the classic lineup.
Only this time, there was an extra leader.
"Get on."
No nonsense.
Shinju turned and entered the hatch.
Blue exhaust flames burst out, and powerful thrust launched the ship into the sky.
No shaking at all.
With the shock-absorption system Shinju improved, the interior was as stable as flat ground.
Through the window, Earth shrank smaller and smaller until it became a blue marble.
"Goodbye… everyone."
Krillin pressed his face to the glass, a little sad.
"Stop looking."
Shinju sat in the pilot's seat and entered Namek's coordinates.
"From now on, aside from sleeping, every moment is spent in the gravity room."
"Our opponents aren't trash like Vegeta."
The moment Goku heard "training," his eyes lit up.
"I heard from Bulma! That gravity room sounds super awesome!"
"You want to try it too?"
Shinju pointed toward the rear cabin door.
"It's set to 50x right now."
"Got it!"
Goku ran in excitedly.
Three seconds later—
A loud crash came from inside, like someone got slammed into the floor.
"Ah… so heavy…"
Goku's painful voice drifted out.
On the screen, a red dot blinked—Vegeta's location.
He had stopped at a transit station planet.
And far beyond that starfield, a massive ki presence was moving slowly.
Frieza's army.
That white demon… the monster with 530,000 battle power.
Shinju tightened his grip on the control lever.
Fear?
It didn't exist.
To him, enemies like that were the best nutrients.
Chakra inside him began to boil, resonating with this world's rules.
Ninjutsu, senjutsu, taijutsu—plus Saiyan training methods.
This evolutionary path had no end.
"System," Shinju murmured in his heart.
"Display Namek's current force distribution."
A translucent panel unfolded across his vision.
Dense red dots filled the map.
Besides Namek's original residents, there were two foreign forces.
One was Frieza's vanguard.
The other…
Shinju's eyes narrowed.
It didn't matter who they were.
Anyone who blocked the way—dies.
Target: Namek.
The hunting ground… is now open.
(End of Chapter)
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